Livestock Prison (9)
The surging sensations of desire were devilishly hard to withstand. But viewing it as her final bastion of humanity, Saeko quietly shut her eyes, steeling herself against it. It was far too early for sleep, yet she strained to drift off anyway—at least then, she reasoned, this loathsome feeling might fade. Her body, though, refused to cool, heating relentlessly. A single, unwanted trickle of arousal slipped free alongside her tears.
The next day, Saeko awoke. She'd slumbered deeply, or so it seemed, but refreshment eluded her. An unnatural heat and humidity clung to her still, her mind a fog since the night before.
"......I've felt off since yesterday."
The incessant, inexplicable itch tormenting her lower body left her heart in turmoil. And that was hardly the worst of it. The nipples injected the day prior had swollen grotesquely. Her breasts had always been ample—her personal curse, drawing endless barbs. A woman with political ambitions, saddled with the curves of a back-alley whore or an adult video starlet; she'd brushed it off time and again. But now? Her form embodied every slur she'd endured, and then some. Breasts bloated like udders begging to be called cow tits without a hint of irony, nipples jutting obscenely erect—her state laid bare in brutal clarity.
"......Damn it."
She clung to hope: endure, wait out the false charges, reclaim her humanity. Yet staring at this warped flesh, returning to her old life seemed impossible.
Can I even live like before?
Worse, dread that her body was already devolving into livestock.
Forget the past—can I revert at all?
A deeper quandary, beyond nostalgia: when might she escape this hell?
As Saeko's doubts swirled, guard Ibuki appeared.
"Slept soundly, I see."
In Ibuki's grip dangled yesterday's whip.
Some primal human terror etched into her bones? Saeko flinched at the mere sight. Ibuki never overlooked such tells.
"What, craving a lashing? Just like a bitch livestock dosed with heat drugs."
"......What?"
Only then did realization dawn—what they'd pumped into her veins. The ceaseless fever. The slick betrayal between her thighs. The mental haze: no mere fancy, but cold fact. Her nagging sense of wrongness since yesterday, validated at last.
"What have you done to my body......"
"Exactly what it takes to make you livestock. A process you can't dodge if you're to become properly obedient."
"......"
Absurdity ground Saeko's teeth together. Retort? Futile. All she mustered was a glare, eyes wide and defiant.
Ibuki tolerated no such spark.
Crack! Smack!
"Kyaaak!"
The whip cracked without warning across her flank. Shock exploded, skin splitting in fiery agony. Why? No clue—just ragged breaths amid the suffocating pain.
"Livestock with eyes like that? Who permitted glaring at a human that way?"
"Ugh."
Excuses materialized from thin air, contrived as they rang. Powerless, Saeko endured.
"Come along quietly."
Ibuki scowled down at her, still propped on the floor. Saeko hauled herself up, trailing in pained obedience.
A chill wind whispered through. Saeko followed Ibuki into a barren chamber, starkly equipped for shame alone: a solitary humiliation chair, contrived for degradation. Unthinkable at first, yet after horrors beyond, her psyche now dismissed it as minor.
......Again.
The thought barely surfaced, mind numb.
"Sit without fuss. I'd rather not get rough."
"......Understood."
Saeko edged toward the chair. Resignation curdled inside, yet proximity stirred visceral revolt.
Do I truly have to?
Yesterday's humiliation loomed anew, a pang in her chest. Backing out now? Impossible.
Slowly, she mounted the seat, parting her legs.
Clank.
Iron manacles snapped around her ankles—unbreakable by force. They wrenched her thighs wide. Shaven bare, her most intimate folds gaped exposed.
"Quite the sight."
Ibuki thumbed a button beside the chair. Moments later, a massive mirror ascended before her bound form.
"A shame to hoard such a view for myself, no?"
Saeko's eyes squeezed shut against the reflection. Her own image, repulsive even in truth—gazing unflinching proved torment.
"Know today's agenda?"
Ibuki's smile curled wickedly.
Saeko hesitated. Not idle chatter—what scheme?
This demon guard asked for cause. Yet the purpose eluded her.
No clue.
She met Ibuki's gaze, bracing for the whip's reprisal. None came. Instead, that oily grin widened.
"Fair enough—you wouldn't. No matter; you'll learn soon."
How could she know? Ibuki could've seized any pretext to degrade her, yet refrained. Unease bloomed sharper for it.
What's brewing......
But Ibuki's next words shattered the rift.
"Saeko, you know livestock get ID tags, right?"
"ID tag?"
She knew: yellow ear tabs on cattle. Hearing it now? Dire portent.
No......
Livestock markings, her fallen status—connection singular, inescapable. A tag for her, branded beast.
"......W-Wait a second!"
Comprehension spurred her thrash, but the manacles held ironclad.
"I'll make it pretty."
Ibuki brandished a glowing awl, fresh from the brazier, radiating sear. The sight alone quaked Saeko's frame.
Her eyes drifted afar, instinct fleeing dread.
Ibuki inspected the bonds, ensuring no slack.
"Might bite your tongue—here, gag up."
Tongue-biting spelled catastrophe. Ibuki crammed a ball gag between her teeth. The tag's prelude.
"See? Big-titted milk cow."
Ibuki dangled the awl before her face, waggling it tauntingly. Saeko's eyes fluttered in terror's grip—terror incarnate.
"What's wrong? Grateful tool for pretty piercings—eyes front."
"......"
"Answer properly?"
Ibuki's glare thundered, eyes slitted. Saeko quivered. The awl's creep toward her nipples swelled panic manifold.
"Move, and it won't look nice—hold still."
"......D-Don't."
"Backtalk again? Hopeless case."
The ultimatum sealed Saeko's eyes tight.